I dreamed of You, again last night... this must be getting serious.
We seem to meet most every night, in some soft, sweet, Romantic tryst.
Last night, it was a Golden Island... not a soul there... only us;
a Golden Land... a Golden Goddess... how could Mortal man resist?

You took me gently by the hand, and led me to a secret glade,
sun-dappled; with Hibiscus blossom perfume wafting in the air;
and, languidly reposed upon a bed of soft, rose petals laid...
then, opening arms with feline grace, desired for me to join You, there.

Your honeyed skin... so velvet soft; Your eyes were filled with mystery.
I fed You cherries...plump, and succulent;
Your lips softly drew them in.
You trickled wine into your navel...smiling soft, and sensually...
inviting me to drink... to lap the Golden nectar from Your skin.

I bent to Your desires, Your needs... this sweetest game we now, would play...
That Bee is buzzing loudly...
****! ...
Alarm clock!...
and... You fade away.